Our house is swarming with construction men. Yesterday several of them were in the house while I was signing books. One thing lead to another, one walked out with a book for his wife – the other his girlfriend. Early this morning, another contractor knocked on our back door. He peeked his head in and said, “One of the guys told me you wrote a book about menopause and my wife really needs help.”
I am thinking of grabbing a construction helmet and hanging out with the guys – instead of construction tools I’ll have a backpack full of books!
